The city heard, the sounds of a pretty birdYelling from slauson to 53rdWhat happens if you holla and can't be heard?For the birds and the drama, I paint these wordsThey say through the pain is how we learnYou landed on the window of pain, simple and plainIt's hard for you to fly in the rainThe way love goes is not the way that it cameCome fly, un-die, be born again

I've seen the strongest of them be torn from menRipped apart and get put back togetherThem the ones with the most beautiful feathersLets flock together, rock together, nirvanaA birds persona to be free and honorThe sky, that's when you really most highUnafraid of the unknown and now we know why